As I held the gun to my head I was not afraid for my life But the ones I’d Be leaving behind in my aftermath — All I could think was how much Better I would feel But then my Thoughts run to the idea am I really the one I want to kill? Every time I close my eyys I see the men’s faces looking down on me as they hover over top of me their voices running through my mind like a Bullet running through the barrel of the gun! I tried to be a good girl I tried to be there everything but I guess I was only a temporary fix I refuse to accept that I will bite the Bullet till I say it’s my time!